"I don't see just how, Dave."
"No more do I," put in Matt Stall.
"You'll see," replied Kilgore, "when I run over a few facts which led
to our being here, and at work on our present game."
"Well, Dave, we're listening."
"One year ago we three were in Amsterdam, Holland, weren't we?"
"Sure."
"At work on a different kind of a game?"
"Yes."
"Only we three were then in the gang."
"That's right, Dave. Now there are seven of us, counting Venner and his
partner."
"It was in Amsterdam that we first met her nibs," continued Kilgore,
with a jerk of his thumb in the direction of Cervera, who was so engaged
with Pylotte that neither heeded the talk at the table.
"Yes, Dave, we met her just a year ago," nodded Dalton.
"She was then doing her dances in a theater there, and we naturally got
our peepers onto her diamonds," Kilgore went on to narrate. "You fellows
already know the scheme by which we tried to relieve her of them, which
we came so near doing."
"Well, rather," grinned Dalton, as if the reminiscence was amusing.
"Then we learned from her own lips, and greatly to our surprise, that
her sparks were not the real thing," smiled Kilgore. "At first we could
not believe it.
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